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			  Chapter Eleven. 
			 
			 
		   				 				 
				 
A Change in the Weather—Rabbits and Bears Appear.
“Hi!  Hallo! I say, Nelly, what’s all this?” There was good cause for the  tone of surprise in which Roy uttered these words when he awoke, for the  fireplace and the lower half of his own, as well as his sister’s,  blanket were covered with at least half a foot of snow. It had found its  way in at the hole in the roof of the hut, and the wind had blown a  great deal through the crevices of the doorway, so that a snow-wreath  more than a foot high lay close to Nelly’s elbow.
This was bad  enough, but what made it worse was that a perfect hurricane was blowing  outside. Fortunately the hut was sheltered by the woods, and by a high  cliff on the windward side; but this cliff, although it broke the force  of the gale, occasioned an eddy which sent fearful gusts and thick  clouds of snow ever and anon full against the doorway.
“O Roy! what shall we do?” said Nelly, in an anxious tone.
“Don’t  know,” said Roy, jumping up and tightening his belt; “you never can  know what’s got to be done till you’ve took an observation o’ what’s  goin’ on, as daddy used to say. Hallo! hold on. I say, if it goes on  like this it’ll blow the hut down. Come, Nelly, don’t whimper; it’s only  a puff, after all, an’ if it did capsize us, it wouldn’t be the first  time we had a tumble in the snow. Seems to me that we’re goin’ to have a  stormy Sabbath, though. Rouse up, lass, and while you’re clearin’ off  the snow, I’ll go get a bundle o’ sticks, and light the fire.”
Roy  stooped to pass under the low doorway, or, rather, hole of the hut, and  bending his head to the blast passed out; while Nelly, whose heart was  cheered by her brother’s confident tone more than by his words, set  about shovelling away the snow-drift with great activity.
Presently Roy returned, staggering under a heavy load of firewood.
“Ho!  Nell,” he cried, flinging down the wood with a clatter, “just you come  an’ see Silver Lake. Such a sight it is you never saw; but come slick  off—never mind your belt; just roll your blanket round you, over head  and ears—there,” said he, assisting to fasten the rough garment, and  seizing his sister’s hand, “hold on tight by me.”
“Oh, what a storm!” gasped the little girl, as she staggered out and came within the full force of the gale.
It  was indeed a storm, such as would have appalled the hearts of  youngsters less accustomed to the woods than were our hero and heroine.  But Roy and Nelly had been born and bred in the midst of stormy  backwoods’ elements, and were not easily alarmed, chiefly because they  had become accustomed to estimate correctly the extent of most of the  dangers that menaced them from time to time. A gale of the fiercest kind  was blowing. In its passage it bent the trees until they groaned and  creaked again; it tore off the smaller twigs and whisked them up into  the air; it lifted the snow in masses out of the open spots in the  woods, and hurled them in cloud-like volumes everywhere; and it roared  and shrieked through the valleys and round the mountain tops as if a  thousand evil spirits were let loose upon the scene.
Silver Lake  was still silvery in its aspect, for the white drift was flying across  it like the waves of a raging sea; but here, being exposed, the turmoil  was so tremendous that there was no distinguishing between earth, lake,  and sky. “Confusion, worse confounded” reigned every where, or rather,  appeared to reign; for, in point of fact, there is no confusion whatever  in the works and ways of God. Common sense, if unfallen, would tell us  that. The Word reveals it, and science of late years has added its  testimony thereto.
Roy and Nelly very naturally came to the  conclusion that things were in a very disordered state indeed on that  Sabbath morning, so they returned to their hut, to spend the day as best  they might.
Their first care was to kindle the fire and prepare  breakfast. While Nelly was engaged in this, Roy went out and cut several  small trees, with which he propped the hut all round to prevent it from  being blown down. But it was discovered, first, that the fire would  hardly kindle, and, second, that when it was kindled it filled the whole  place with smoke. By dint of ............
				  
				   
				
				
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